I had an argument with my mother. Seh was so angry! How dare I want to join a commune, when I should be thinking about my FUTURE! Exactly! It's MY future! I'll get famous how I want, not how she wants! f**k THE b***h! If I get turned down by Social Services-- and I don't think I will-- after all, I medically need to be away from her-- and she probably medically needs to be away from me-- oh God, I'
m getting out of there if I have to sleep on the STREET! But I won't have to. Even if there were no organizations in the world, there are tons of places to sleep outside. And that WON'T EVEN HAPPEN! Nothing is forcing me to stay. If I was underaged, I don't know what I'd do-- string her up, maybe!
Anger is extroverted depression. I can't be around this! I feel so awful that I can't deal with another depressed person when I should be empathizing with her! After all, I suffer from deperession too. Only she's not admitting that she does. Oh God; please give me a chance to slip some Celexa into her coffee!
I feel so so bad! I got mad at her. I took the bait when she exploded at me. She'll say that I started it by being upset. She has a VERY SELECTIVE memory!
Whether she likes it or not-- and I'm overaged; what's she gonna do to stop me?-- I'm getting a room or apartment with Social Services, and getting a job under the table besides-- there are tons of jobs where you can just go in any day here, and get paid in cash that day--and then planning for the commune and saving money to buy land! I'll have my own private piece of land somewhere, and then I'll also buy some on the commune.